Page 132 of Rest In Pieces

“No, that’s my number. I go to bingo on Mondays and Wednesdays, but I’m free the rest of the week.”

I look around for cameras. Am I being punked? What the hell is happening?

“You want me to take you out?” I ask, trying to remember if I’ve smoked something I shouldn’t have. I did have a couple of those brownies Lil made last night. Fuck me.

“I don’t want you to take me out. What would the neighbors say?”

“Then what the hell do you want?” I snap, losing my patience.

“To fuck. That’s what you bikers do, right? It’s been twenty years since I had a dick inside me. I bet yours is a nice one.”

I scramble toward the door, vowing to murder Lil when I see her because this can’t be real. It has to be some fucked-up trip.

“Oh, come on, I’ll even take my teeth out for you. You’ve never had a blow job until?—”

I’m out the door and on my bike before she can finish that sentence. I shudder, feeling dirty.

My phone rings, so I pull it out and see Havoc’s name on the screen. “I feel so dirty,” I greet him.

He’s quiet for a moment. “So it’s true, then?”

“You think I’d make this shit up? I swear I’m traumatized. If she’d have been younger, she would’ve jumped over the desk to get to me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the sex-crazy zombie. What are you talking about?”

“Are you on drugs?”

“God, I hope so.”

“Jesus, G, I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, but check out social media for the movie.”

I almost ask him what movie, but then it clicks. “I’ll call you back,” I say, hanging up.

The hairs on my arms stand on end as I type in the name of the movie. When nothing interesting pops up, I type in Monica’sname and watch in disbelief as a photo of her and me pops up. A photo that has Amity tagged, as well as the rest of the cast and crew.

I squeeze my phone so hard I hear it crack. “That fucking bitch,” I snarl, shoving the file into one of my saddlebags.

I hit dial on Amity’s number, but it just keeps ringing. I hang up and try again, but still no answer. So, I call Havoc.

“Is she there?”

“Who, Monica?”

“No. I’ll deal with that bitch later. Is Amity there?”

“Not yet, but the director said she’s due in soon.”

“I’m on my way.”

I hang up before he can ask anything else.

Switching over to Bluetooth, I call Blade and start up my bike, heading for the set.

“G? What the fuck is going on? Sunshine just stormed in, cursing your name.”

“Monica happened. This is a courtesy to let you know I won’t be watching her anymore. I doubt she ever even needed it, but I’ll leave that up to you and Havoc to figure out. If I have to deal with her, I’ll snap her scrawny neck.”

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